A/N: Well... this is quite the dark one, I'd wager. Someone mentioned I hadn't tapped into my sadistic side for a bit so I decided to go with a more rough non-con (than the usual anyway). Coupled with an evil Commander and it turned out to be quite the dark lewd. I think this Commander ties it with ''Simple Mistakes'' for most cruel Commander I've written.

And yes, you have a free licence to beat this Commander with an oversized rusty spoon.

Enjoy~

Powerless

''Actualisation at 90%.''

''Reforming physical structure. Testing components.''

''Test successful. Finish actualisation process...''

The mutterings of scientists could easily be heard over the intercom from the control room; warped slightly from the microphones but audible nonetheless. Located on an elevated platform the control room gave a much better view of the curved room below; scientists situated behind computer terminals or at desks, all eyes ahead of them at the centre of the room.

The Commander himself stood within the control room, arms crossed behind his back and a dangerous gleam in his eyes. He too watched the centre of the room as bolts of blue electricity jolted and zapped from the two circular plates attached to the floor and ceiling – and hovering between the jumping bolts, levitating, was a single grey cube. It was entirely unimpressive beyond its matte finish, the plainness so unremarkable, so bland, that many would dismiss it on instinct alone.

How foolish one would be to do such a thing.

''Actualisation complete.'' One of the head scientists in the room said, tapping some keys on his console. ''Lower the electrical field.''

''Yes sir!'' A sharp affirmative came from one of the scientists in the lab below.

The Commander smiled, stepping closer to the window and peering through the grey-tinted glass, watching as one man in a lab coat walked along the metal catwalk towards the cube. The electricity jumping from the floor to the ceiling ceased quite abruptly, but the cube hovered down much slower, as if operating under its own gravity. It was only when the scientist tentatively held his gloved hands out that the cube moved; floating towards the man and easing itself into his palms, as if attracted to his grasp. After checking it over the man turned, walking back along the cat-walk.

The Grey Cube. An unassuming name for a very groundbreaking technology. Based upon scraps of information and data they'd stolen from the Siren's on their mysterious 'Black Wisdom Cubes', the Grey Cube was built upon the concept. It opened up countless new avenues for the scientists present... and one of those avenues they'd discovered was it's interactions with Sirens. It practically nullified them. Like an EMP it shocked lesser Sirens dead and disabled others. How it would affect stronger Sirens like Purifier or Observer Alpha they didn't yet know, but the possibility was enormous.

And of course, nobody knew how it'd affect Ship-Girls. The Commander, however, had a feeling it'd work in a similar way.

Just then the door of the control room opened, and one of the scientists carefully walked in, carrying the cube. ''Here you are, Commander.''

''Thank you.'' With a confident, almost arrogant smile the Commander held out a hand, pleased when the cube not only levitated into his hand – but leapt into it, crossing the distance far faster than it had for the scientist. ''Hmph. Seems like your theories about Wisdom Cube Resonance aren't unfounded, doctor.''

''I told you so.'' The head scientist remarked with a hum. ''A reminder that we don't know what will happen if it comes into contact with Ship-Girls, so I would exercise caution whilst using it.''

''Oh I'm well aware. I'll conduct some minor tests myself, when I get back.'' The Commander hummed, curling his fingers and watching with fascination as the cube downsized itself'; folding inwards until it was no bigger than a golf ball. ''Begin work on constructing a second one. Continue until we have at least eight Grey Cubes complete for various experiments.''

''Understood, sir.''

X-x-X

The very next night the Commander found himself back at the Naval Base – or more specifically, in the forested area at the very edge of the base.

He stood alone, hidden behind a pair of trees and shrubs – waiting for his victim. As per what he told the head scientist he intended to 'test' the Grey Cube and its effects on Ship-Girls... but, admittedly, that played only a small part in his motivations. Rather, he intended to get some vindictive payback against one of his more unruly Ship-Girls, one who'd defied his authority time and time again, who's bad-mouthed him and snarked and overall been a pain in his ass. Deutschland.

Of course he wasn't so foolish as to just use it on her freely. He'd waited until nightfall, telling no one of the Grey Cube's existence and leaving a suspicious note in Deutschland's bedroom, telling her to come out to the forest, and to tell nobody of her destination. Knowing how arrogant Deutschland was the Commander was confident she wouldn't tell anyone lest she appear weak, thus assuring them utmost privacy – and with how far away they were nobody would hear her even if she screamed. In addition he'd donned a black uniform with a face-mask that hid the upper-half of his face, protecting his identity so that he didn't need to 'dispose' of Deutschland once he was finished with her.

Just then he heard a noise – the sound of a boot snapping a twig underfoot, coming from the dirt path not too far from him.

The Commander tensed up, unable to deny the thrill that arose within him as he waited. The footsteps grew closer, remaining soft and slow but nearing – until soon a scowling Deutschland marched past his hiding spot, completely unaware as she continued down the dirt part. Without making so much as a sound the Commander grasped the small Grey Cube in his pocket and held it out, willing it to act.

And act it did; a short, hydraulic hiss escaping it as it expanded back to full size – and faster than Deutschland could possible react it sent out a pulse of faint blue energy around them. The energy phased harmlessly through the Commander but Deutschland let out a startled curse, collapsing onto the dirt path and hurriedly fumbling to get up, putting her hands beneath herself but struggling to push up, as if her whole body had just done spontaneously numb.

''Heh.'' The Commander unashamedly grinned, stepping out from his hiding spot. ''Looks like it worked.''

''Hah?!'' Angry and with all the speed of a cracking whip Deutschland snapped her eyes onto him, snarling. ''Who the hell are you?!''

''You don't need to know that.'' The Commander smugly remarked, approaching the scrambling Ship-Girl. ''Don't bother resisting. I've disabled your rigging.''

Deutschland snarled and shifted onto one hip, raising a hand... only for shock to register on her face when her rigging didn't manifest around her. The Commander only grinned wider at that, pleased his prediction was true, prompting him to unhand the Grey Cube and let it float down onto the ground behind him – freeing both of his hands. Test aside, he had another idea in mind for Deutschland. After all for all her foul tongue and nasty attitude, she was a beautiful woman all the same, and with quite the sexy body.

Something that tempted the Commander closer. Deutschland noticed the movement and snarled, stumbling up to her feet – but he was faster. Closing the distance the Commander grabbed her by the arms and pushed her down onto the ground, throwing his weight on top of her as he fought to grasp her wrists. Foul, sharp-tongued curses lashed at him as she fought back, knees hitting his gut and arms yanking themselves out of his grip, her wrists elusive from his grasp.

''G-Grr! Unhand me you schwein! Dog!'' Deutschland barked.

The Commander quickly grew irritated, and decided to take things further – both of his hands grabbing the front of her white leotard. Roughly he yanked the folds apart, glee filling him as he laid eyes on her plump breasts clad in a lightly-laced black bra, grabbing her right tit and groping it roughly. An angry shout escaped Deutschland and she hit him, the strike half a slap and half a punch... but her strength was no longer than of a full-powered Ship-Girl, capable of cracking concrete with relative ease. No, now she was as weak as a regular human... if not weaker.

Thus with an eager purr he ignored her resistance and pulled on her leotard harder, yanking on it until part of it ripped at the midsection, revealing her side. Perhaps only then realising what he was going to do with her Deutschland's pupils dilated, anger and a bit of fear in her eyes as she started resisting much more fiercely – but instead of trying to fight back, she fought to get away, her slender body squirming and jerking beneath him as she tried to crawl away, managing to wriggle a little before he grabbed her hips and yanked her back towards him; hungrily burying his face into her neck and kissing it.

''M-Mn?!'' Deutschland gritted her teeth. ''G-Get off! Schwein!''

The Commander just bit her neck in response, earning a sharp gasp from the Ironblood woman, his face eagerly pushing down into her cleavage. He grabbed the front of her bra and pulled, ripping it off and allowing him to take one nipple into his mouth, biting her breast shamelessly and relishing the harsh gasp he nipped out of Deutschland. She hit his head again, pushing against his forehead and kneeing him in the thigh, prompting him to grab ahold of her leotard once more and yank it down her stomach, fighting to get her clothes off.

Just then Deutschland fought herself free, swearing as she stumbled halfway up – only to cry out when he grabbed ahold of her and yanked her back down onto her front. He grasped her arm and pulled but ended up only holding her sleeve, allowing Deutschland to nimbly snake her arms out of her jacket and stumble up to her feet, nearly managing to make a run for it. Key word being 'nearly'; such a prospect ruined as the Commander grabbed her waist and hauled her back towards him, pulling her on top of him and rolling on top of her.

''Fuck off!'' Deutschland shouted, palm pressing against his masked face when he tried to kiss her neck. ''G-Grr...!''

The Commander's patience rapidly wore thin – frustrated he couldn't just rip her clothes off and take her, the denials angering him. Thus with a snarl he grabbed at her leotard, getting it down her thighs – lustfully eyeing the lacy underwear she wore underneath and pulling them down. Deutschland wasn't done resisting however, snarling as she rolled over, her bare back presented to him as she tried getting away yet again.

A hand to her upper-back forced her chin-first into the dirt. ''Gh-! Fucker!''

The curse rung in his ears, hastening his movements as he yanked his pants down with one hand, no belt to fumble with. His cock was already hard and he gladly took it into his hand, pushing it against her soft ass and trying to get it in the hole, pushing, prodding – until at last he held Deutschland still long enough to push the bulbous tip against her folds, and then slammed himself inside of her.

''AGH!'' Deutschland screamed in a mixture of surprise, and agony. ''Schweinehund! T-Take it out!''

''Shut up!'' The Commander snarled back, one hand on her upper-back and the other on her hip, groaning as he bucked his his forth, sheathing his cock within her tight pussy. ''Mn, fuck, you feel good...''

Deutschland seethed, spitting out an insult made entirely incomprehensible when he moved his hand to the back of her head, shoving her face into the dirt. The mere idea that he was raping the prideful Deutschland ignited a sadistic fire within the Commander, his lips stretched into a grin as he roughly slammed his hips forth, forcing his cock into her with every thrust. It was a challenge doing it dry, not even any spit to use as lube, but lust carried him forth – one hand on her hip to stop her from squirming away, but forcing his thrusts to be short and jerky.

However even despite that he only managed to slam his pelvis against her ass a few times before Deutschland wrestled free, his cock sliding out of her sex as she jerked her body forwards. Snarling the Commander grabbed ahold of her hips with both hands and pulled her back, one hand dropping to his dick to guide it back in – only to growl when the cruiser escaped his one-handed grip, forcing him to pull her back with both hands again.

''Stop struggling!'' The Commander snarled at her, bringing his hand down and smacking her ass – hard enough to make her yelp.

The shock was enough to stun her into silence for a second – which was more than enough time for him to pull her back, press the tip against her defiled entrance, and slam his cock back into her with a moan. Deutschland cried out, angry tears in her eyes as she glared back at him, but this time he held her waist with both hands and roughly yanked her back towards him as he bucked his own waist forth – pounding the Ship-Girl without reservation, moaning blissfully as he felt her vaginal walls clamp ever so tightly around his girth.

She wasn't wet, wasn't even remotely into it – but he didn't care. Just feeling his shaft being squeezed by her inner heat, feel his pelvis hit her shapely behind and hear her gasps and cries; it was enough to get him off, a lustful growl arising from the Commander's throat as he fucked the cruiser with every ounce of strength that he had. In the flurry he hadn't really noticed, but a glimpse mid-thrust let him see redness around his cock as it forcefully pumped in-and-out of the viciously-swearing cruiser. He'd stolen her first time.

'Good.' The Commander viciously thought. 'Payback for being such a bitch.'

Unaware of the masked Commander's words Deutschland grasped at the thin blades of grass under her, seething and still fighting to get free. She dug her knees in and pushed with her hands, but the grip on her waist prevented her from getting very far, and the angle stopped her from swinging back at him – leaving her totally at his mercy, unable to do anything but be fucked as he pleased. The stabbing pain within her sex only further abated any attempts at escape; the slightest movement of her waist igniting a stabbing pain within her crotch, only made worse as he so brutally slammed his cock into her, scraping her dry walls and hitting her depths without a care for any but himself.

Gripping her hips tightly the Commander adjusted his grip, pressing down on her lower-back and forcing Deutschland flat against the dirt – grinning widely as he kept fucking her prone-bone, his pelvis loudly smacking against her ass as he sheathed his bloody cock into her. The fluid acted as a minor lubricant, only encouraging the Commander to shove himself into her deflowered sex; not that the twisted man needed much encouragement.

''Mn, you're so tight you arrogant bitch... how's it feel?'' The Commander cruelly mocked her, grabbing her shoulders and keeping her pinned into the dirt. ''Getting fucked by some total stranger, unable to do anything to stop it? Bet it wouldn't – M-Mn! – wouldn't have happened if you weren't so cold to everyone, hah!''

''Shut the fuck up.'' Deutschland hissed angrily back.

A hard thrust answered her; the roughness making her tighten pleasurably around him, and coaxing a moan out of the Commander. ''Oh fuck I'm gonna cum. You're so fuckin' tight I'm gonna cum inside you, y'here that...?''

''H-Hah?! D-Don't you fucking-!''

Too late. A throaty, tight moan escaped the Commander, his pelvis hitting her ass harder, drowning out Deutschland's angry shouting – before with a gasp he felt a jolt travel down his cock and he slammed himself into her, moaning in unadulterated bliss as he creampied the struggling girl. Deutschland herself gasped at the feeling, eyes wide with shock as she felt his semen splatter inside of her, the implications not lost on her.

''Mn! Oh fuck yes...!'' The Commander lustfully groaned, grabbing her by the hair as he kept thrusting – each one slower than the last, riding out his high. ''Like that, you bitch...? Kehehe...''

Deutschland just growled; a low, guttural sound that told him had she been able, she'd have made his death as slow and painful as possible. The Commander just smirked at that, pull on her hair until she let out a pained gasp, only then releasing it and pulling out – mindful to keep his hand on her back to stop her from getting away. Part of him considered whisking Deutschland away, now that he'd had a taste of her; maybe typing her up in a basement like some cliché villain, but the risk of being caught was too high. Much safer to just defile her out here and then flee... before, perhaps, moving onto other Ship-Girls. He had more than a few troublesome ships in that fleet of his.

However now wasn't the time to be thinking about them. Groaning the Commander dropped a hand to his cock and stroked it, his groan withering into a hiss as he touched his sensitive shaft. He craved more though, tempting him to keep stroking his cock, keeping himself nice and hard – passing the time by looking down at Deutschland's nearly-naked frame. From her toned back to her nice ass and creamy legs, she was quite the beauty even with dirt smeared against her skin, her leotard and panties along bundled around her knees. The latter caught his attention the most, and with a cruel grin the Commander grabbed them, yanking them down and off of one foot.

Before then promptly grabbing Deutschland by the arm and rolling her over.

Immediately she began to struggle, a fierce snarl of defiance of her face, but the Commander grabbed her by the throat and forced her back down against the dirt, grinning as he forced himself between her legs. Deutschland coughed out a swear, punching him and kicking, but he kept her pinned as he pushed his cock against her puffy pussy lips, missing a few times and just rubbing his dick along her pussy lips, smearing her virginal blood against them – until soon he got it right, and eagerly slammed his meat back into her.

''FUCK!'' Deutschland swore; expression twisting in pain.

The Commander just grinned, grabbing ahold of her wrists and pinning them both to the dirt, a moan arising from his throat as he started to thrust. With her pinned beneath his bulk there was no chance of her running away, allowing him to focus entirely on thrusting into her tight, abused sex, her walls strangling his shaft as he forced it between her formerly-virgin walls. Deutschland didn't stop struggling but in her position she was left more helpless than ever, able to just lay there and be defiled by the masked Commander.

The position also let him soak in her bare frame much easier. Without a bra or leotard on he could admire her plump breasts easier, watching them jiggle as he slammed his cock into her, almost tempting him to grope her – but he mindfully kept her wrists pinned regardless, content to just fuck her into the dirt. Her stomach was taut and firm as he pounded her, his gaze running down to their joined parts, watching as his cock disappeared inside of her repeatedly, her inner-thighs tense each time he did so. Her expression really did it for him however; twisted in agony but seething with rage all the same, her glare not fading despite the pained tears in her blue eyes.

''How's it feel, huh?'' He prodded, grunting the words out as he raped her. ''Getting knocked up by me? Knowing you won't be able to tell anyone without everyone knowing how weak the 'mighty' Deutschland is~''

The Commander crooned the words out, twisted glee curving at his lips when he saw furious rage cross her face – egging him on. ''Maybe I should just, Mn, keep doing this all night. Knocking your arrogant ass up until you're as obedient as a dog!''

Deutschland snapped; a torrent of furious Ironblood-tongued swears shouted in his face, but the Commander didn't care – tipping his head back and moaning as he kept pounding her pussy, loving how tight she became when he hit certain spots inside of her. It was then a twisted thought came to mind; of approaching Deutschland once he was done with her. He'd approach her as her Commander, caring and considerate, worm his way into her heart with his silver tongue until soon he could bed her, fucking her consensually. Defiling her and then later bedding her, all whilst she was unaware he was the same person who broke her down and built her back up. The idea was enough to make the cruel Commander salivate.

He took out his heightened arousal on Deutschland; eagerly pounding the gasping cruiser, his pelvis hitting hers as he drove his girth into her. The cum inside of her helped with that, her insides sloppy as he railed her – the wet 'pap-pap-pap' of their clapping flesh only turning him on further, getting him addicted to the act; pushing him to his limit. So turned on was he that his second orgasm rapidly arose, and he didn't hold it back; eagerly ploughing the Ship-Girl raw even as she swore at him, his balls hitting her ass and his cock hitting her innermost parts-

''Mn!''

-until with a grunt he unloaded inside of Deutschland once more. The feeling of being creampied again made her shut up with a startled gasp, her vaginal walls tensing around him and unintentionally squeezing out more semen from him, the sensation making him moan blissfully. The Commander managed a few more thrusts but his stamina waned moments after, content in the knowledge he'd almost certainly knocked her up.

Thus he pulled out. Panting and pushing down his fatigue he stood over Deutschland, vindictive pride burning in the Commander's chest as he looked down at her – grinning when Deutschland pitifully turned and tried to crawl away. He couldn't resist; planting a boot onto her back and pinning her to the dirt.

''Get... off me...'' Deutschland rasped, angry but with defeat lacing her tone.

The Commander took great pride in his next words. ''Beg then.''

Deutschland's eyes widened, anger burning even hotter... before she took one look at his still-erect cock and had second thoughts.

Grimacing she looked away, shame covering her face before she pursed her lips, hissed, and then spoke.

''P... Please...'' Deutschland had to force herself just to speak. ''Please let me go...''

The Commander smirked viciously, stepping off of her back and pulling her up by her hair; yanking her up. The cruiser growled and struggled against him, prompting him to let her go; amused as he watched her stumble away from him, naked and glaring at him, humiliated.

''Go on then. Run.'' The Commander mocked. ''Go tell everyone about what the great Deutschland had happen to her.''

Growling Deutschland backed up; moving one step at a time... before turning and running. She didn't even dare spit at his feet; the fear in her eyes telling him why. For all her arrogance, when stripped of her power, she was scared of how helpless she became. He was curious if that attitude would remain when the Grey Cube's effects wore off; making a mental note to make some notes on that for future use.

If there was any lasting damage... then no matter. All of his ships were just pawns. Nothing more, nothing less.

Humming at the thought he pulled his pants back up, taking just a few moments to tidy up his appearance before leaving the area as fast as he could on the off-chance Deutschland did actually tell someone.

And within moments he was gone; returning to work the next morning with nobody, least of all Deutschland, any the wiser.

[END]

A/N: Kind of tempted to do a chapter of Long Island too, hm...